A/N: I blame this on…well, you know who you are. It's all your fault. Yours, and that bottle of Cabernet. ;)
You should have figured this out by Chapter 8, but just in case: Beware the rating, my dears!
Helen and Nikola were in the library, frozen in time, looking through the box containing memories of so many of the adventures they had gone on together. It was soon obvious that they could spend days reminiscing. Days that they didn't have.
"Where are the rest of the children, anyway? And the hairy one?" Nikola eventually asked, reluctant to end this moment, but aware that they were on a timeline.
Helen rolled her eyes. "Will has been commandeered by Addison. Abby is with him. Biggie decided to join the Abnormal Homeland in the Fifth Ward."
"So it's just us?" He asked suggestively, raking his eyes over Helen from top to bottom.
"And Henry…" Helen reminded him.
"Heinrich doesn't count. He'll stay holed up in his lab from now until doomsday. You deserve a break."
"What do you think we've been doing for the last hour and a half?" She smiled to herself. Nikola only knew part of her plan, really. She was sure he couldn't imagine the new Sanctuary that she had waiting for them. If all went well, they would have so much more time to spend like this. He didn't know that, however. She thought back to after his "death" and the decades of silence that it brought their relationship. With that in mind, she could hardly blame him for wanting to monopolize as much of her time as possible.
"You should at least stop to eat something," he insisted.
Helen crinkled her nose, rejecting the idea of wasting precious time to do something as trivial as eat. As she did, her stomach growled and Nikola smirked. "Food, Helen."
"I'm not sure what is left in the kitchen. I've been deliberately not restocking, but we can go see what's left."
After rummaging through the cabinets and examining the refrigerator, Nikola proclaimed his assessment of the situation. "I believe there was a children's limerick about this situation. Mother Hubbard and all that."
"Did you find anything?" Helen asked. "Besides wine, that is."
"Apparently you've let those stores deplete, as well."
"Or already moved them…" she hinted, grinning.
He held up the spoils from his expedition.
"I don't suppose you found any ice cream to go with that?" Helen smirked. Nikola held a bottle of chocolate syrup in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other.
"Sadly not," he grinned, suggestively. "I don't know what you are going to put them on."
"I could always just eat the whipped cream straight from the can," she teased, grabbing it from his hand and squirting some into her mouth. Nikola gulped.
"Usually small children do things like that," he observed, pulling her close to him, "but you make it look so much dirtier." He kissed her before she could swallow the whipped cream and as their tongues battled they shared the sweet, sticky topping. Nikola's hands worked their way up Helen's neck and through her mass of brown curls, while Helen ventured lower, fumbling with Nikola's belt. They were both gasping for air when they finally broke apart.
"Still hungry?" He asked, smirking. She answered with another deep kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling her body flush against his, rubbing against his prominently bulging pants.
"You have no idea how hungry I am," she breathed into his ear when they came up for air again.
"Are we still talking about dinner?" he chuckled, running his hands down her sides, then pushing them up under the hem of her blouse. He reached around her bra and started gently working her nipples between his fingers. Helen crashed her lips against his and frantically ground into him, trying to create as much contact as possible.
"Desert," she finally gasped. He smiled broadly.
"Me first," he insisted, running his hands up the outside of her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he went, until it rode above her hips. He made fast work of the flimsy piece of lace that masqueraded as panties before he lifted her up and deposited her on the kitchen table. Helen knew she should protest the location or something but she was too keyed up to do anything besides wantonly open her legs as Nikola knelt down in front of her. He kissed his way from her ankles up the inside of her thigh until he was so close he could feel the moist heat radiating from her. Resisting the urge to taste her just yet, he instead reached for the whipped cream she had been teasing him with earlier. She batted his hand away.
"Later," she moaned. They never did well with slow and teasing. They had such high aspirations and then they usually dissolved away in the face of desperate need. Ignoring the whipped cream, he started at her other ankle and repeated his earlier process, kissing and licking and sucking his way up her leg.
"Nikola!" Helen gasped impatiently.
He smiled into her leg and continued his ministrations. At the inner top of her thigh, he bit down with his human teeth. Helen moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingers into his hair. "Stop playing around," she managed to moan as he started licking the area he had just bit. "If you're going to bite me, do it properly…" she urged.
Nikola moaned. Helen was going to be the death of him; he could never tell her no. Not that he wanted to. Not that he was using higher level thinking at this point. He bit down on the same spot and let his fangs grow into her leg. He felt her muscles start to tense around him as the first few drops of blood fell on his tongue. He reached a hand up between her legs and started massaging her clit as he tasted her.
In a matter of moments Helen was spasming beneath him, moaning and crying his name as she rode out the pleasure. As Nikola felt her come down, he kissed the wound he had left, willing it to heal quicker, then moved to her still-sensitive center, gently licking her clean as she let out the occasional whimper from the after-shocks. He stood up and Helen drowsily pulled him close, kissing the base of his neck, working her way up to that spot behind his earlobe that always drove him crazy.
"It's my turn for desert," she whispered, delighting in the little shiver she felt him try to hide.
Helen kissed him, long and deep, tasted herself—and her blood—on his tongue. She pushed off the table and turned them so that Nikola was the one pushed up against its edge. She started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing as she went, but quickly grew frustrated and pulled it apart, sacrificing a few buttons for what she deemed a most worthy cause. She briefly admired his toned chest before moving down to the belt she had been fumbling at earlier. Making quick work of it this time, she unfastened his pants and shoved them down to his ankles, leaving him in an unbuttoned shirt and boxers that were doing little to hide his swollen erection. She grabbed him through the shorts, working him with her hands until he groaned, "And you call me a tease." Helen pushed his boxers down and kissed his tip, running her tongue around it in circles. He gasped as she took him in whole and ran his fingers through her hair as she licked his length.
Nikola let her continue like that for a few minutes, then forced himself to pull her away from him and drag her back up to his level. He kissed her firmly, then whispered, "I don't think that's how either of us want this to end." Helen laughed breathily in his ear as he spun them around and she found herself once again deposited on the table. Their bodies were flush against each other, and Helen wrapped her legs around his waist as the frantically ground together.
"Enough teasing," Helen breathed, reaching down to grab his length. His hands caught hers before they reached the goal, however, and he easily used one of his hands to hold both her wrists over her head.
"Patience, dear," he admonished, smirking. She scowled.
"I swear to God, Nikola, if you don't stop playing around and f—oohh" Her complaint was cut off by sensation of him burying himself deep inside her. He released her wrists and they just clung to each other for a moment before he started to move inside her. Helen quickly caught up to his pace and they gave the table a run for its money as they slammed into each other. "Henry is going to come running to see who is destroying the house," Helen murmured as the table shook.
"We couldn't have that," he agreed, picking her up off the table without breaking any contact. She laughed as he turned them around and rested Helen's back against the wall. "I don't think we'll actually break the walls…" he muttered, resuming their pace.
In a few minutes they were sweat-soaked, panting, and both ready to slip over the edge. "Nikola!" Helen gasped. "Oh, oh my God, I…" she lost all coherence when he reached down between them, and as he swiped at her clit she came for the second time, throwing her head back against the wall in pleasure and shuddering around him as he, too, came undone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled him as they came down from their high.
"So much for dinner," she giggled.
"Do you still have takeout menus floating around somewhere? I could always feed you Chinese food in bed…"